A Nursing Nightmare (Guest Post).
Ladies and Gentlemen… My sincerest thanks to Mark (theidiotspeaketh) at redriverpak.wordpress.com for posting this guest…and for his encouragement…and…and..!!!! 🙂
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A Nursing Nightmare (Guest Post).
Ladies and Gentlemen… My sincerest thanks to Mark (theidiotspeaketh) at redriverpak.wordpress.com for posting this guest…and for his encouragement…and…and..!!!! 🙂
An exploration of writing and reading
Sascha Darlington emerges from her cocoon to investigate her world.
A soul set on a project to search. A wandering for all that is lost and all that remains. A lost love. A lost heart or the meaning of itself.A lost soul.
Buttons, Coffee, Teens, Breathing and Destiny
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming ... Theodore Roosevelt
Inspirational stories, messages and guidelines for personal transformation
Let me tell you Justine's story
Writing my way out
Ina Vukic - Croatia: people, politics, history, economy, transition from communism to democracy
In Ordinary Language
Irma Prattle, who has a high rise condo behind my ear, pokes me to write, and when I’m finished she says, “Now, doesn’t that feel better?” My answer: “Yes and no.” I think she wants to be me.
mainly poetry, also quilts, pictures, life-writing and the occasional short story.
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
I read it. LOVED it! You are a PHENOMENAL story teller!!!! 🙂 Great job Chris!
Ah shucks Colleen..you already know I think you are the best!!
Read and commented. Called the Idiot a Liar, how can he be an Idiot with a friend like you. Loved seeing you as Betty Boop. My story of those times. Every month a little gift size box appeared in the steps waiting to be taken up to my mother’s room. Every month I asked if it was for me. “No,” Finally, by older brother told me “Stop asking what that is. You know.” No, I didn’t but about five years later found out. Still no words explaining it all. Things have improved a bit haven’t they?
Betty Boop was an excellent idea..all credit to mark on that one…he is a marvel!
Yay! Off to read your guest post!
Thanks Tori this is so exciting! yikes!